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Sight Pt1

Sight Pt1

I weep
for I see the world unlike others do
I am different, I am special
I am not crippled with vaunted views.

they see the world with contact eyes 
they see with colour and with light
yet they miss the majesty around them
and judge in black and white.

I see just like the others
vision is still my friend
yet I cannot bring myself
to see just as my kin.

My existence is a solemn one
as I see as shades of grey
I glimpse the world unlike they do
every single day.

My glances are not imposed
by the reasoning of man
I see my world around me
as time and glass and sand.
  
I do not judge my brother
who did kiss another man
nor do I bequeath my mother
with tattoos all up her hands.

I cannot understand a father
who judges those below
or those who follow his teachings
everywhere they go.  

I rail against injustice
each and every day
and strive to mend the fences 
of those I may dismay.

But my existence is a troubled one
of you I do implore
do hear my word for I talk
until I speak no more.

I do not live a life
of pomp or pedigree
my life is that of troubled minds 
of this you may well see.

I met someone of sun bleached skin
hair dark as ebony
here our tail doth now turn
they view life as grey like me.

one cannot simply juxtapose
such beauty and such strife
I cannot simply understand why 
they would take their life.

Yet one day across the sea
we saw a man of might
white and black and stoic was he
come to crush out light.

he broached our shores, with boats and oars
most running for their life
yet some remain to fight the rain
we held off day and night.

In a street we fight alone
forlorn of families and friends
against his wraith we do both dread
a solution to the end. 
 
A frightful flash of ebony 
and a knife as sharp as words
raise high into the night dear friend
and then there was no more.

I see a gash, a fearful sigh
in pitch darkness 
or in bright of light
O' the horror and the fright.

Ebony has left this plane
although heaven isn't quite germane 
the gift that was left behind
shall forever be within my mind.


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  1. Date: 8/14/2012 1:21:00 PM

    My first attempt at a narrative poem, any insight would be welcome. This poem is split into two parts as it is over the word limit. Simply search Sight Pt2 to find the second half to this poem.